This Is Why I’d Totally Photograph A Fawlty Towers Wedding

I’ve photographed all sorts of weddings – in barns, in forests, in Victorian town halls. But one venue still lives rent-free in my imagination:

Fawlty Towers.

Yes, I know. It never really existed. It was based on the Gleneagles Hotel in Torquay, and that closed years ago – officially due to rising maintenance costs and changing ownership. Unofficially? I still say it was the pressure of brides demanding service from someone named Manuel.

But if it hadn’t closed – if Basil, Sybil and Manuel were still around, running the most dysfunctional wedding venue in Britain – I’d be the first to show up. With cameras. And possibly a helmet.

Imagine the ceremony:

– Basil arguing with guests about tie etiquette.

– Sybil yelling across the courtyard for someone to locate the missing groom.

– Manuel handing out confetti that turns out to be powdered sugar.

– The best man mistaking the Major for the DJ.

Honestly, it would be wedding photographer heaven.

I love capturing chaos. Not just any chaos – British chaos. The kind where things go spectacularly wrong, but everyone’s still smiling and someone’s nan ends up dancing with a waiter named after a moose.

Some couples dream of castles. Others want vineyards. Me? I’m just waiting for someone to say, “We’re doing Fawlty Towers style. Can you handle it?”

Yes. Yes, I can. I’ve already packed a backup tie, a bouquet of plastic flowers and a moose plushie for luck.

And no, I’m not joking. Probably.

More info: yourweddingphotographer.uk

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